Open Your Eyes

Open Your Eyes

Sometimes Tim felt like he was invisible. Not literally, like that guy from the Legion of Superheroes, but he had, on occasion, the time to think that perhaps people didn’t seem him because he was so good at blending in with surroundings.

Because he was so good at hiding from the world.

Tim especially felt like he was invisible whenever Kon would smile at Cassie, or flirt with Cissie, or ogle Anita. He knew he shouldn’t feel this way – he already had a girlfriend; well, sort of. He and Steph weren’t really together anymore – but he couldn’t help himself. Kon was just so…

He’d had a crush on Dick for what seemed like forever, but once he’d actually gotten to know him, as more than just ‘the boy who flies’ he’d realized that Dick made a pretty good older brother…but not a very good lover. The man had crashed and burned more romantic relationships than Tim could ever hope to have. The fact that Kon was so similar to Dick, and yet so different in certain subtle, but oh-so-important, ways, was…

Well, Tim always knew that he had a type. And it appeared that fun-loving, people-smart, and moves-like-they-were-made-for-it were more a part of that type than gender.

As for himself, Tim could rarely let himself relax long enough to have fun, the only reason he was any good with people at all was because he studied psychology, and no matter how well Shiva had taught him to move gracefully, there would always be a part of him that wasn’t quite comfortable in his own skin.

So it was no wonder that when Kon smiled at him, it was never a leer, or that he never flirted with him, or ogled him, or in any way treated him as anything more than a friend.

His best friend, but still… It was so easy to feel invisible, like no one could see him, whenever Kon would brush him off to ‘hang out’ with the girls. And Tim would end up sulking – because brooding was for Batman, and anyway, he had a few more years left of being an emo teenager before he had to grow up – in his room, wishing that Kon would see him. Really see him, as more than a friend.

Like he saw Kon. And then Tim would want to literally see him, not just think about him, but Kon would be off elsewhere. So guiltily, but without remorse, he’d link his laptop up to the surveillance cameras, and, for lack of a better word, stalk Kon through the HQ. Cassie may have had a Superboy poster on her bedroom wall, but Tim knew what Kon looked like naked.

Granted, Kon had no knowledge of Tim peeking on him when he was in the shower, but…Tim still knew. Tim still saw.

Sometimes it was a good thing to be invisible. And no matter how many times he told himself it was wrong to spy on his friends like this, Tim couldn’t make himself stop.

When he saw Kon jerking off in the shower, and moaning his name between curses and pleas, Tim was extremely grateful that he hadn’t.

He was also turned on beyond belief. Maybe Kon wasn’t the only one who felt invisible. But now they could both finally see.